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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:43 pm
*Not long after Sai left, a tall woman with long black hair walked out of the forest. She wore a simple deep red dress and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She paused to pick Gwee up and carried him over to where Velcore waited* Hello, Velcore.
*crouches on the ground* Hello, my lady.
You wished to speak to me about my son?
Yes. I must apologize first. I have forgotten what I need to tell him.
*pets Gwee, not looking directly at Velcore* I have been watching. You do not need to tell him more than what you already know. When the time comes, he will be able to figure out what he needs.
*looks terrified to be held by her*
*stares open mouthed at her for a minute before remembering himself and looking slightly away* But... I was told...
Don't worry about it, Velcore. Karrie may not be able to remember, but it hasn't harmed him so far. That lady he is with now and the neko he spends so much time with will help you, and him. You will also be helped by the young guardians you have found.
You... knew he wouldn't be able to remember?
I was not sure what would happen, but he could not be allowed to remember me. *looks sad* It is hard, but those are the rules. I am not allowed to be with my own children, or their fathers. Perhaps when they are older, I will be able to see the rest of my family again.
But why is he not allowed to remember? He will find out eventually anyway.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:47 pm
*once they're a good distance away from the station, he stands up on his own and reaches into Draa's pocket, certain he would keep something with him to write on. Draa squirms around and protests, but he's more concerned with writting down what dame told him as quickly as possible, not just for future reference, but to also better commit it to memory.
He finds a handkerchief and a pen and writes down the number in Drow, along with the words "Zephyr" and "Stripes". He shows the message to Draa, then folds the handkerchief and tucks it in his own pocket, handing the pen back to Draa*
I will make the rest of the journey by myself and return this to you once it has been washed. You go back to the apartment. If you see Decorera again... *glances around a bit*
Uk zhah ussta m'ranndii. Morfeth ol seke.
*assumes Draa will realize this is a message from dame. Draa nods and they part ways, Ryzan returning to his quarters and filling Tes in on everything*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:47 pm
SP-O Wlm Dougherty Yeah. I can't believe the trouble she's in. BTW, you and I need to go over some of the questions we need to ask her during ... *the intercom on his desk phone buzzes in, interrupting their conversation, and the person on the other end announces that there is a visitor up front to see him.* OK, thanks. I'll be right there. Excuse me, Partner. I'll be right back. *He quickly finishes his coffee, then gets up and heads over to the information desk. Once he turns the corner, he sees Psyzapp standing near the front desk. A big grin appears on his face. This is the first time she's visited him at work! He goes over to her, places his hand on the small of her back and gives her a quick kiss.* Hey there, love. Finally come to check out where I work, huh? wink *When she sees him, she starts to tear up but forces herself to hold it together.* Is there somewhere private we can go and talk, William? cry
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:53 pm
A friend of yours, or Lil Brat's? He watches her swallow and nod again. Um, well both, I guess. What's wrong? Seems she's in some trouble, Star. What might you know about that? He keeps his face blank, watching her. Her eyes go very wide and she swallows again. Tr-tr-trouble? Wh-what kind of tr-trouble? Accessory to murder, trouble. He continues to stare her down knowing her face will give her away. You never were any good at poker, Star. The corners of his mouth twitch for a moment before he tucks the memories away. Her eyes have grown larger, greener and she sits quickly, her fingers shaking as she pulls the dinner bag towards her to unpack it. Murder? I, oh, I don't know anything about, murder? Damecharlie? You're not funny, Moon. stare He takes the bag from her, retrieves the coffee and dinner boxes and sets them out. No, Star, I'm not trying to be funny. This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your little problem? My life in danger? He's rewarded with a look of near panic. Are, are you, you representing her? You, you can't, you... She frowns, bites her lip. She likes Dame, but the Russians and her sister and... this is exactly the type of law he was meant to practice. Why he'd gone in to law. Not to settle divorces. Can't, Star? His eyes narrow. Spill it! He pushes her with words until eventually she breaks and everything comes out. Holy feck, Star. He winces, finally understanding her earlier terror. Ok, ok. I need to look at this file and then see Dame. Eat, please. I'll have someone walk you home and you'll stay there until I get there. They eat quietly as he skims the contents of the file. Then he pages one of the bodyguard company's his firm employs. He kisses Star lightly and sends her with the guard then heads down to see if he can speak with his new client.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:01 pm
Arriving at the jail, he gives his name to the officer and asks to speak with Damecharlie, handing the guard his card.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:02 pm
Psyzapp *When she sees him, she starts to tear up but forces herself to hold it together.* Is there somewhere private we can go and talk, William? cry *Right away, he sees that she is upset.* But of course. Right this way. *With his hand still on the small of her back, he leads her to a small conference room and opens the door for her. He motions for her to have a seat, while he closes the door behind him. He sighs, knowing full well why she is upset.* You want to know about dame ...
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:07 pm
SP-O Wlm Dougherty *Right away, he sees that she is upset.* But of course. Right this way. *With his hand still on the small of her back, he leads her to a small conference room and opens the door for her. He motions for her to have a seat, while he closes the door behind him. He sighs, knowing full well why she is upset.* You want to know about dame ... *She gets up and hugs him tightly as she breaks down and sobs.* crying What is going on? Is she okay? Get her out of here, William. Make them release her! crying
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:24 pm
Trying to get her thoughts off things she can't change at the moment, dame wonders if she missed dinner while going to see the judge...Her stomach responds with a grumble of its own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:27 pm
Not all of my children have been glad to know who their mother is. Many would prefer not to know. I kept Karrie much longer than the others because I was not sure Sai would be able to care for him. When he took his grandsons in, I knew that he would. *looks directly at Velcore* I believe he knows that Karrie is his true son. Am I right?
*cringes* Yes, Ma'am. I did not tell him. He guessed.
I thought so. He is a smart man. A good man. He has done well, raising our son. *looks down at Gwee, who is staring wide-eyed up at her* What unusual violet eyes this one has. He seems to be a good match for the neko girl. *sets Gwee down on the ground* You may tell Karrie what you know of me and who he is. Beyond that, let him discover what he will on his own.
*backs away from the woman, hiding behind Velcore*
I must return now. I should not be here for too long. *pats Velcore's head* Don't worry, you have done well. Good bye, Velcore. *walks back into the woods*
*just before she's out of his sight, calls out* Good bye, Lady Sekhmet. Thank you.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:31 pm
The guard gives him a bored look, then calls to the duty station letting them know Dame has a visitor. The guard on duty heads down to Dame's cell to see if she'll see the attorney.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:31 pm
Psyzapp *She gets up and hugs him tightly as she breaks down and sobs.* crying What is going on? Is she okay? Get her out of here, William. Make them release her! crying *He holds her close, stroking her hair to try and calm her. After listening to her pleas, he pulls a chair up close to hers and they both sit down, face to face. Leaning forward, he reaches out and takes her hands into his.* Showcase saw that Dame had a warrant out for her arrest and informed me of the details right away. The details of this were right there and I had to follow through with this, love. You know full well that it's my duty to do so.*He pauses for a moment before continuing, sighs and rubs his thumbs against her fingers.* I cannot make them release her. That is not within my power at this time. She has been charged with Accessory to Murder, but since last night's arrest, she has also been charged with Assaulting an Officer and Resisting Arrest. The judge has already seen her and reviewed her case. Due to her being a flight risk, bail has been set with stipulations that must be followed through. As far as I know, she is currently in the process of seeking legal counsel.*Again, he pauses for several moments, searching her face for her reactions to all this.* I have not been to see her yet today. Would you like to go with me? neutral
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:41 pm
SP-O Wlm Dougherty *He holds her close, stroking her hair to try and calm her. After listening to her pleas, he pulls a chair up close to hers and they both sit down, face to face. Leaning forward, he reaches out and takes her hands into his.* Showcase saw that Dame had a warrant out for her arrest and informed me of the details right away. The details of this were right there and I had to follow through with this, love. You know full well that it's my duty to do so.*He pauses for a moment before continuing, sighs and rubs his thumbs against her fingers.* I cannot make them release her. That is not within my power at this time. She has been charged with Accessory to Murder, but since last night's arrest, she has also been charged with Assaulting an Officer and Resisting Arrest. The judge has already seen her and reviewed her case. Due to her being a flight risk, bail has been set with stipulations that must be followed through. As far as I know, she is currently in the process of seeking legal counsel.*Again, he pauses for several moments, searching her face for her reactions to all this.* I have not been to see her yet today. Would you like to go with me? neutral *After hearing everything he said, she looks down at her hands. This is really bad and she knows legally what Dame could be facing. During her lengthy career with Big Paulie, she got quite the 2nd hand education when it came to the ins and outs of the law. She nods and then tries her best to wipe her eyes.* Yes. I'd like to see her very much. cry
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:48 pm
*arrives at a grocery store different from the one he normally goes to. It's smaller and seems to be older, and doesn't have a whole lot of variety of foods. The important part is that it still has a payphone... something that's getting harder and harder to find these days.
He goes into the store and browses a bit like a normal shopping trip, but gets very few things since he didn't really check the kitchen before he left. On the way back to his car, he stops at the payphone. He picks up the receiver and holds it between his head and shoulder while he digs in his pocket for some change and the handkerchief. As soon as he's finished dialing, he tucks the handkerchief back in his pocket and listens to the phone ringing, tapping his foot as he waits for an answer*
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:56 pm
He looks at his watch, then at the bored guard. Not allowed to see my client, nicely done, sir. He looks at the guard's badge, taking note of his name and badge number then turns on his heel and walks out, mentally preparing motions as he does.
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